Apples of the sea
We used to dig holes just to say we were going to dig till we found China. Stupid kids didn’t understand the core of the earth is molten nickel. Long talks made longer by the inability to grasp the treachery of aging. Songs sung flat and out of key without a single ear to hear or a care to share. Relentless search for understanding quickly fades when the first question asked evolves from how to why. The lost soul never realizes the answer to why can only be found in well-formed answers to the strings of how questions.